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Mermaid Bones - a beat poem.

I'm hiding an ocean of teeth under my scales
it's in the forbidden taste of salt on my tongue
the weight of the measuring tape,
of those numbers pushing bubbles through my blood and through my gums.
It's written on the circumference of my waist.
In the words cursing the ghost ship of my shape being plundered against my will.
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"No one"
"Nothing."

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"Somebody"
"Someone"
"Something" to see inside

I looked back and found:

Me.

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Who I am? What am I doing here? And who are you?

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Submitted: January 11, 2008
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Make:FUJIFILM
Model:FinePix S5600
Shutter Speed:1/302 second
Aperture:F/3.2
Focal Length:6 mm
ISO Speed:800
Date Taken:Jun 12, 2007, 2:18:20 PM

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please do NOT draw/copy/trace/recolour without permission. do not reproduce without permission.

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Light & L

I am sick and tired of seeing this around the web
on blogs and personal sites etc. It's really upsetting.
If you see this around the web please tell me.
This photograph is my artistic property,
and should not be used without permission.

I hate seeing this on Tumblr especially.
it gets continuously re-blogged
and someone recoloured it a hideous yellow.
recolouring someone's artwork does not</i> change the fact that it's art theft.
People have been banning my IP address from their tumblr pages so they don't have to take it down.
It's really upsetting to see this used so much without permission,
these are my close friends, and it's a special memory for me.
seeing it everywhere, and crudely coloured is really upsetting.

Usagii and Mello <3
we'd all just been swimming.
this was a spontaneous capture